http://www.summerhashtag.com/SumPlace/sma-3-semarang/372435576529973SMA 3 SemarangWhen is the last time you are truly happy?
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Instead if making fun around for the sake of others' perspective, or to support someone else in every single day, but instead seeing yourself as an object itself?
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I believe this is not what we call selfish. Sometimes all we have to do is just being happy.
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I don't care I don't wear branded clothes, or bags, or shoes. Who's here ever see me in those? (Although there are some essential things of mine for hiking which are branded, but I bought it for the strength quality - guilty pleasure uh?).
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I don't care I don't go to instagrammable restaurants, even I go I won't take much photos.
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Instead, I wear simple t-shirt and jeans and sneakers, and have great time with friends in Angkringan eating one or two pieces of Wrapped-Rice with Ikan Asin, etc.
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I go to mountains for days and return home so tanned on my face, and the next two weeks I show up to office without make up.
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This is, some things make me truly happy.
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I hope you guys as well have something very great for yourself and makes you happy.
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Have a good day!
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When is the last time you are truly happy?
.
Instead if making fun around for the sake of others' perspective, or to support someone else in every single day, but instead seeing yourself as an object itself?
.
I believe this is not what we call selfish. Sometimes all we have to do is just being happy.
.
I don't care I don't wear branded clothes, or bags, or shoes. Who's here ever see me in those? (Although there are some essential things of mine for hiking which are branded, but I bought it for the strength quality - guilty pleasure uh?).
.
I don't care I don't go to instagrammable restaurants, even I go I won't take much photos.
.
.
Instead, I wear simple t-shirt and jeans and sneakers, and have great time with friends in Angkringan eating one or two pieces of Wrapped-Rice with Ikan Asin, etc.
.
I go to mountains for days and return home so tanned on my face, and the next two weeks I show up to office without make up.
.
This is, some things make me truly happy.
.
I hope you guys as well have something very great for yourself and makes you happy.
.
Have a good day!
.
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http://www.summerhashtag.com/SumPlace/monarch-butterfly-biosphere-reserve/291725213Monarch Butterfly Biosphere ReserveCerro Pelon
I hate guided hikes.
Everything started off fine, making small talk and working our way up the mountain. The guide was telling me about how this place had been restored and all of the trees that had been replanted. I understood the requirement for guided hikes through this reserve, and I thought he understood the importance of protecting this place.
Out of the several monarch butterfly reserves, I chose this one because it was the newest, the best preserved, the less visited, and the hardest to climb - source: lonelyplanet
I’m not exactly sure where our relationship started to go sour, but maybe it was around when he started telling me about a second monarch colony not yet open to the public that he could get me into. He would try to talk to the guys guarding the entrance into letting me in - provided i tip them enough for a Coca-Cola, of course.
When we got to the first colony it was pretty obvious talking to the guys that we should keep hiking up. It was pretty obvious the only person that didn't want to keep going up was my guide even though he was doing it on horseback. He took a horse from a group descending earlier since they were not riding it.
I originally intended on summiting the mountain, but then my guide was talking about how it would be more money. Since at one point during our hike the guide stated I would be alright hiking on my own and I did not need a guide, I made sure to bring this point up now. I let him know that he didn't have to go with me anymore. I gave him two options, he could either turn around and go back now, or he could stay right here and wait for me while I went up and came back down. I got tired of talking, the more we stood around talking the more daylight we were losing. I went on. ***Continued in comments below

Cerro Pelon
I hate guided hikes.
Everything started off fine, making small talk and working our way up the mountain. The guide was telling me about how this place had been restored and all of the trees that had been replanted. I understood the requirement for guided hikes through this reserve, and I thought he understood the importance of protecting this place.
Out of the several monarch butterfly reserves, I chose this one because it was the newest, the best preserved, the less visited, and the hardest to climb - source: lonelyplanet
I’m not exactly sure where our relationship started to go sour, but maybe it was around when he started telling me about a second monarch colony not yet open to the public that he could get me into. He would try to talk to the guys guarding the entrance into letting me in - provided i tip them enough for a Coca-Cola, of course.
When we got to the first colony it was pretty obvious talking to the guys that we should keep hiking up. It was pretty obvious the only person that didn't want to keep going up was my guide even though he was doing it on horseback. He took a horse from a group descending earlier since they were not riding it.
I originally intended on summiting the mountain, but then my guide was talking about how it would be more money. Since at one point during our hike the guide stated I would be alright hiking on my own and I did not need a guide, I made sure to bring this point up now. I let him know that he didn't have to go with me anymore. I gave him two options, he could either turn around and go back now, or he could stay right here and wait for me while I went up and came back down. I got tired of talking, the more we stood around talking the more daylight we were losing. I went on. ***Continued in comments below

http://www.summerhashtag.com/SumPlace/volcan-paricutin/193512191154129Volcán ParicutínThe mountains were calling, so I listened.
I was discussing travel options with Javi before leaving Mexico City. I was trying to decide between going hiking in Michoacan or going south to Oaxaca. Everyone I have talked to about Oaxaca loves it there and I had yet to hear any bad things. Javi was no different, he told me it was his favorite place in all of Mexico and I should just go there now.
I woke up the next morning thinking I would check out of my hostel and jump on the night bus to Oaxaca. I spent the morning shopping and replacing some of the things I have lost on this trip. I got a new microfiber towel and I bought my first pair of jeans in almost five years. I stopped for coffee and thought I would sit and journal for a while. Well, I actually forgot to pack my journal so I did the next best thing - jumped on the coffee shop’s wifi.
The more I read about the volcano in Michoacan and the more I read about the monarch butterfly sanctuaries, the more I wanted to go. The volcano intrigued me, the butterflies had my attention. I couldn't leave to Oaxaca yet. The mountains were calling and I had to go.
Leaving the coffee shop, I called up the hostel and told them I would be staying one more night. The next morning I caught the bus to Morelia.
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The mountains were calling, so I listened.
I was discussing travel options with Javi before leaving Mexico City. I was trying to decide between going hiking in Michoacan or going south to Oaxaca. Everyone I have talked to about Oaxaca loves it there and I had yet to hear any bad things. Javi was no different, he told me it was his favorite place in all of Mexico and I should just go there now.
I woke up the next morning thinking I would check out of my hostel and jump on the night bus to Oaxaca. I spent the morning shopping and replacing some of the things I have lost on this trip. I got a new microfiber towel and I bought my first pair of jeans in almost five years. I stopped for coffee and thought I would sit and journal for a while. Well, I actually forgot to pack my journal so I did the next best thing - jumped on the coffee shop’s wifi.
The more I read about the volcano in Michoacan and the more I read about the monarch butterfly sanctuaries, the more I wanted to go. The volcano intrigued me, the butterflies had my attention. I couldn't leave to Oaxaca yet. The mountains were calling and I had to go.
Leaving the coffee shop, I called up the hostel and told them I would be staying one more night. The next morning I caught the bus to Morelia.
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http://www.summerhashtag.com/SumPlace/paricutin/611735077ParícutinSnoozed
I underestimated how long it would take to get to the volcano. It didn't help that I completely overslept too. From Uruapan I caught the collectivo headed to Angahuan. Once there I started walking towards the volcano.
After walking for an hour, the volcano didn't seem to be getting any closer. The area by the old San Juan church had food stalls, guides, and horseback guides. I stopped and asked for directions. I was offered a horse, but at $500 MXN a guided horseback ride was too much for me. When the guide offered to go for $400 MXN, I took it.
I decided it was getting late and I was not sure if I would have enough time to summit, get back to town, and catch the bus back to Uruapan. Looking back on it, I am not sure I saved a lot of time. The horses can’t cross the lava rock fields, so they have to take a longer route around. Definitely wish I had not doubted my hiking abilities, but most of all wished I had woken up earlier.
The horseback ride was brutal, it was a very unforgiving saddle. We trotted whenever we could and I nearly lost my phone when it popped out of my shirt pocket. Finally after riding the bus for an hour, walking for an hour, and then riding the horse for an hour I was at the base of the volcano.
It was a steep climb up. It was hard to make progress on the sandy, gravelly slope. With every step, I would inevitably slide down. Luckily it was not a very long climb, thirty minutes later I was seated at the summit shoving handfuls of chips into my mouth and enjoying the views.
The volcano crater has a path that goes all along the crater’s rim, so of course I took a lap. I’ve never seen a volcano that was completely filled in like this one was. There was even a path leading down into the filled in crater. If I had more time I would have definitely explored it.
Enjoyed the sunset colors riding back into town. I ended up on the wrong end of town after a drunk guy started following me, but managed to make it back to where the bus dropped me off. Caught the last bus to Uruapan, had dinner at the market, and was able to check back into the same posada from the night before. All around a great day.
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Snoozed
I underestimated how long it would take to get to the volcano. It didn't help that I completely overslept too. From Uruapan I caught the collectivo headed to Angahuan. Once there I started walking towards the volcano.
After walking for an hour, the volcano didn't seem to be getting any closer. The area by the old San Juan church had food stalls, guides, and horseback guides. I stopped and asked for directions. I was offered a horse, but at $500 MXN a guided horseback ride was too much for me. When the guide offered to go for $400 MXN, I took it.
I decided it was getting late and I was not sure if I would have enough time to summit, get back to town, and catch the bus back to Uruapan. Looking back on it, I am not sure I saved a lot of time. The horses can’t cross the lava rock fields, so they have to take a longer route around. Definitely wish I had not doubted my hiking abilities, but most of all wished I had woken up earlier.
The horseback ride was brutal, it was a very unforgiving saddle. We trotted whenever we could and I nearly lost my phone when it popped out of my shirt pocket. Finally after riding the bus for an hour, walking for an hour, and then riding the horse for an hour I was at the base of the volcano.
It was a steep climb up. It was hard to make progress on the sandy, gravelly slope. With every step, I would inevitably slide down. Luckily it was not a very long climb, thirty minutes later I was seated at the summit shoving handfuls of chips into my mouth and enjoying the views.
The volcano crater has a path that goes all along the crater’s rim, so of course I took a lap. I’ve never seen a volcano that was completely filled in like this one was. There was even a path leading down into the filled in crater. If I had more time I would have definitely explored it.
Enjoyed the sunset colors riding back into town. I ended up on the wrong end of town after a drunk guy started following me, but managed to make it back to where the bus dropped me off. Caught the last bus to Uruapan, had dinner at the market, and was able to check back into the same posada from the night before. All around a great day.
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http://www.summerhashtag.com/SumPlace/iztaccihuatl-volcan/1585719428404890Iztaccihuatl VolcánThe most enjoyable hike
Knowing we still had to descend the mountain, get back into town, and grab a bus to CDMX, we set our turnaround time for 15:00. Regardless of where we were on the mountain, we would turn around and head back.
Anne and I took some pictures at one of the saddles. We had clear views to the east and the west and could see La Malinche and El Pico de Orizaba. I wanted to push on a little further, but Anne wasn’t feeling it. So we split up and I climbed up and she turned back.
I was not planning on getting all the way to the shelter - El Refugio de los Cien. I finished the scramble and asked a geared out group how much further to the shelter, they said it was just up ahead. With fifteen minutes before my turnaround time, I decided to keep going.
Sure enough, the shelter was just up ahead. I could feel it getting increasingly windy the closer I got to the pass. There was absolutely no need to get to the shelter. I looked up and spotted some ducks marking the way to a peak before, so I followed those.
At 15:00, I hit a new personal high - 15,541 feet above sea level (according to Snapchat’s GPS elevation). I lingered around too much at the peak eating Snickers, Oreos, and stuffing my face full of chips. So I decided to run down the mountain. It was definitely a lot faster than climbing up. It took me 3hrs 15min to get to this point and I was back in the parking lot 1hr 5 min later.
Anne and I met up just before the parking lot. We caught a hitch back to the park entrance and then another hitch down to the town of Amecameca. From there we boarded the bus back to . Successful day.
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The most enjoyable hike
Knowing we still had to descend the mountain, get back into town, and grab a bus to CDMX, we set our turnaround time for 15:00. Regardless of where we were on the mountain, we would turn around and head back.
Anne and I took some pictures at one of the saddles. We had clear views to the east and the west and could see La Malinche and El Pico de Orizaba. I wanted to push on a little further, but Anne wasn’t feeling it. So we split up and I climbed up and she turned back.
I was not planning on getting all the way to the shelter - El Refugio de los Cien. I finished the scramble and asked a geared out group how much further to the shelter, they said it was just up ahead. With fifteen minutes before my turnaround time, I decided to keep going.
Sure enough, the shelter was just up ahead. I could feel it getting increasingly windy the closer I got to the pass. There was absolutely no need to get to the shelter. I looked up and spotted some ducks marking the way to a peak before, so I followed those.
At 15:00, I hit a new personal high - 15,541 feet above sea level (according to Snapchat’s GPS elevation). I lingered around too much at the peak eating Snickers, Oreos, and stuffing my face full of chips. So I decided to run down the mountain. It was definitely a lot faster than climbing up. It took me 3hrs 15min to get to this point and I was back in the parking lot 1hr 5 min later.
Anne and I met up just before the parking lot. We caught a hitch back to the park entrance and then another hitch down to the town of Amecameca. From there we boarded the bus back to . Successful day.
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